Basketballs bounce out of tune
The streets are empty and the moon
Has shone on Mrs. Parker
And her daughter's soda water 'till they swoon
Golden evenings pa** me by
Beneath a dream of darker eyes
And empty on a southbound train
Through Battersea in glowing rain, I ride
Oh, the music is so loud
Enchanting all the faltering crowds
To sing again their lonely melody
My heart is yours and I love you
You keep my mind as well
And sometimes here when I touch you
It's heaven and it's
So the years have pa**ed me by
The library's shelves refract the light
And black and white will not make clear
The seasons and the reasons and my fear